Tag Archives: blessed

I’m sitting in with the BrewNSpew Chatterers today. My first visit so be nice to me. I got a kick out of seeing what I had put on Facebook two years ago. They had sent to me the status I … Continue reading →

My 82nd Thanksgiving and I ponder. Is there still a place for me? I wonder. There are still new roses in spite of the freeze: From the north comes a cold biting breeze. Small child gives me a gift … Continue reading →

In the following incident, I did not hear words but God gave me guidance by way of scriptures. As I have said before, scripture is the most basic and valid of all God’s ways to speak to us. Even knowing … Continue reading →

Those who know me will confirm that I trusted God alone for my healing for almost all my life. From the time my son was born in 1960 to November in 2012, I did not go to a doctor. (I … Continue reading →

Nope, it was nothing like Joshua making the sun shine still! (If you don’t know that story it is in Joshua, Chapter Ten, Holy Bible.) Granddad bootlegging whiskey!? In November I wrote about my grandfather in Meeting the Lord in the … Continue reading →

Just reminiscing about being a big-shot. I had my fifteen minutes of fame—I’m being modest, it was more than that, more like forty-five minutes—ah, let me round it up to an hour with the “nice-to-meet-you’s” thrown in. Let me tell … Continue reading →

In a few days Easter will be here. A reminder again of the Resurrection story. I’m so glad someone told me that story! My blogging experience has brought me a bit of a quandary that I have been thinking about, … Continue reading →

Carl, I am thinking of the time we were driving down Meridian Street. Don’t know why—the why is not the reason I am thinking of that ride. What you said to me is the reason I remember. You said something … Continue reading →

I’ve known Aunt Delma longer than any other blood relative; she has known me all my life. She was only three years older than I, so she probably doesn’t remember those years when I was the baby. I wonder … Continue reading →

How humiliating! I had to hold my husband’s hand as we walked to the car this morning. Now we’ve been married and I have held my dear husband’s hand for 63 years with pleasure, many miles I’m sure and enjoyed … Continue reading →

I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.

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Oneta Hayes

Hello. To various folks I am Neat’ne, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins.